Affection, Adoration, and Infatuation {Ryden}

Lovesick Fool

this goes from really cute gay to WOAH OH SHIT NSFW gay lol okay jus lettin u know

I woke up to an empty bed, feeling the cool left side that Ryan slept on, indicating he's been awake and gone for awhile. I got up and groaned a bit, wishing I had gotten more sleep but willing myself out of bed anyways.

I wandered out of the room and to the livingroom, where I found him with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, sitting criss-cross in front of the TV in a nest he'd made of blankets and the pillows from the couch with a bowl of cereal in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled at him, smiling fondly and taking a seat next to him.

"Morning cartoons," He said through a mouthful of what was fruity pebbles. "They're really shit now, ya know? Not the same. They don't even have Totally Spies anymore. Do you know how depressing that is?" He groaned sadly, yet he was smiling.

"You're a child." I laughed, wrapping my arm around his shoulders while he just smiled widely at me and leaned into my side.

"Waddya wanna do today?" He asked turning back to the TV.

"I dunno, movie day filled with greasy junk food?"

"Ah, yes, getting diabetes, exactly what I was hoping you'd say." He laughed, shoveling more cereal into his mouth. "We should order a pizza." He then suggested.

"You're eating cereal right now." I deadpanned.

"And...? I love getting fat."

I rolled my eyes. "They don't start delivering until two, either way you're going to have to wait. Digest a little."

"Why digest when I can ingest more?" He countered.

"Are you high?" I squinted at him and he giggled back at me.

"Surprisingly, no. I just didn't eat much yesterday and I'm hungry and you have, like, a kinda endless supply of food here to always feed me."

"You're going to end up eating my entire house one day, I swear to god." I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes.

He only smiled cheekily at me and nudged me, as if telling me to pay attention to the shitty cartoons that he insists to watch.

I had joined him in his quest of nostalgia and we ended up watching those for quite a few hours, because, as if he had been counting down the moments, he alerted me at exactly two o'clock that we now needed to order pizza.

Rolling my eyes and shaking my head at him, I dialed the number and ordered the pizzas we liked because I knew them by heart at this point.

He'd decided that he's done with the shitty cartoons and that he'd prefer a Disney marathon instead, turning on Hercules first because he knew it was one of my favorites.

About halfway through the movie was when the doorbell rang, signifying that our food was currently here and he pushed me off of him to go take care of it, grabbing my wallet off the entertainment center as he went.

"Hi, that'll be fifteen even," The delivery guy said, fumbling with the pizza carrier thing. "Oh! Ryan! Did you move?" The guy said, surprised.

"Uhm, yeah." He said, sending a glance back towards me. "My dad made me."

"Ahh, I see, nice place, you live here by yourself? It's quite small."

I felt offended, it is not small, it's cozy.

"N-Yeah, I do." He panicked slightly.

"Sick, you'll have to invite us over sometime, we haven't hung out in forever. I gotta get going, though, otherwise Mr. Wentz is going to kill me. Bye, Ryan!" He said happily.